Chapter 902: Charge

"No, this is what I mean," Wang Mingren said. "Mystic Spirit Sect isn't particularly strong. We have five Core Formation cultivators, so they likely won't attack White Sands Island anytime soon. We can send four people to attack Mystic Spirit Sect's main headquarters. We should be able to take them down. White Sands Island is a bit far from Mystic Spirit Sect, but Dragon Island's various strongholds have been attacked, and they're too preoccupied. Mystic Spirit Sect's defenses won't be too strong. What do you all think?"

Wang Mingren's eyes showed a hint of anticipation. He was eager to earn merits; every day delayed meant another day of suffering for Ximen Feng. He just wanted to quickly accumulate 400,000 contribution points to exchange for the Snow Jade Pill and remove the corpse fiend qi from Ximen Feng as soon as possible.

Wang Qingshan and the others exchanged glances. Honestly, Wang Qingshan didn't agree with Wang Mingren's idea. Nothing in this world is absolute, and Wang Mingren wasn't the Sect Master of Mystic Spirit Sect; who knew what might happen?

"Uncle Mingren, I think it's better not to," Wang Qingshan said. "There must be a reason why Mystic Spirit Sect can establish itself in the Coral Sea. Just because we could take down Yellow Maple Sect doesn't mean we can take down Mystic Spirit Sect too. We just need to defend White Sands Island. If something goes wrong, we won't be able to explain it to Martial Uncle Liu."

Wang Qingshan's seniority was lower than Wang Mingren's, so he couldn't openly object and could only bring up Liu Jin. During this war, Wang Qingshan had already plundered a large amount of cultivation resources. He was satisfied and just wanted to quietly wait for the war to end. After all, this was a war initiated by the Taiyi Immortal Sect, and the Wang family wouldn't gain much benefit, at most plundering some cultivation resources. He felt that if you stand by the river often, you're bound to get your shoes wet, and sword cultivators were not invincible. Having already seized ample resources for the family, he saw no further advantage in continuing the fight.

Wang Mingren was eager to earn merits and longed for battle. From their respective perspectives, neither of them was wrong. Wang Mingren hadn't told anyone about Ximen Feng's situation except Xu Zihua. He didn't need anyone's sympathy; he was confident he could accumulate enough contribution points to exchange for the Snow Jade Pill himself.

"That's right, Senior Brother Wang, I think we should just defend White Sands Island well. Successfully defending White Sands Island is already a merit. There's no need for a long-distance raid; it's too risky."

"Exactly! Just defending White Sands Island is enough."

Everyone else voiced their opposition. Who wouldn't cherish their own life? They were all Core Formation cultivators, and without a direct order from a senior sect elder, they wouldn't follow Wang Mingren's command. A long-distance raid on Mystic Spirit Sect was fraught with too many unknowns. Simply holding White Sands Island was already a merit. Without an order from a senior sect elder, venturing to attack Mystic Spirit Sect would be one thing if they succeeded in taking it. But if they failed and White Sands Island was instead captured by the enemy, they would certainly be punished.

The words of Wang Qingshan and the others were like a bucket of cold water poured over Wang Mingren's head.

"Mystic Spirit Sect is a bit far, and your concerns are not unfounded," he said. "There's Mystic Moon Island, 30,000 li away from White Sands Island. Mystic Moon Island is a breeding ground for Mystic Spirit Sect, cultivating a large number of spirit turtles. Qingshan, you come with me. With the two of us working together, taking down Mystic Moon Island won't be a problem. Junior Sister Su, you all stay and guard White Sands Island."

This was a strategic retreat to advance. Wang Mingren had long anticipated that others wouldn't agree to a long-distance raid; Mystic Moon Island was his true target. Spirit turtles were valuable in every part: their meat was edible, their inner cores could be used for alchemy, and their essence blood could be used for talisman crafting. While Mystic Moon Island's cultivation resources couldn't compare to Mystic Spirit Sect's headquarters, it was still a Mystic Spirit Sect stronghold. Every little bit helped, and Wang Mingren had long set his sights on Mystic Moon Island.

Wang Qingshan had just refused Wang Mingren, so it was awkward to refuse again. Furthermore, 30,000 li wasn't too far. While Mystic Spirit Sect's headquarters certainly had strong defenses, Mystic Moon Island likely had few.

"Alright! I'll accompany Uncle Mingren on this trip. To be cautious, we don't need to bring too many people; too many disciples would just be a burden." Wang Mingren nodded and smiled, agreeing. He handed over his duties to Su Bingbing, allowing her to temporarily take full charge of all matters on White Sands Island.

The two of them, along with ten Foundation Establishment cultivators, departed from White Sands Island.

Mystic Moon Island was 1,200 li long and over 500 li wide. It was a spirit turtle breeding ground for the Mystic Spirit Sect. In the center of the island was a plain, where a large cluster of buildings stood. Inside a certain green pavilion, Huang Yuxu sat in the main seat, with five Core Formation cultivators seated on either side, all with respectful expressions.

After Huang Yuxu joined the battle, he had slain several Core Formation cultivators, proving he was no pushover. In the cultivation world, the strong were revered. After personally witnessing Huang Yuxu's strength, the other Core Formation cultivators naturally dared not underestimate him. Under Huang Yuxu's leadership, Dragon Island had reclaimed a considerable amount of territory.

"Elder Song, you all were too incompetent!" Huang Yuxu said with a grim, frosty expression. "Three of you fought Wang Qingshan, and not only couldn't you defeat him, but he also killed two of you!"

He had naturally heard of Wang Qingshan and knew that Wang Qingshan was the nominal disciple of Sword Lord Xiaoyao. But so what? His grandfather was also a Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Young Island Master, Wang Qingshan's sword manipulation technique is too powerful. We couldn't stop him at all. If I hadn't run fast enough, I would have died too," a man in a green shirt explained with a wry, tense smile.

"Young Island Master, we can't blame Fellow Daoist Song. Wang Qingshan is, after all, a disciple of Sword Lord Xiaoyao, and his divine abilities shouldn't be underestimated. It probably won't be easy for us to take White Sands Island. White Sands Island has at least five Core Formation cultivators, and we only have six. We don't have much of a numerical advantage. I think we should just give up," Ye Lang proposed. After becoming a guest elder of Dragon Island, he had traveled extensively for Dragon Island over the years, making many contributions. He had gained the trust of True Monarch Huanglong and obtained many cultivation resources, having already cultivated to the fourth layer of the Core Formation stage.

"I've already sent someone to another stronghold for reinforcements," Huang Yuxu said with murderous intent. "We'll transfer three more Core Formation cultivators here. Once the battle begins, we'll eliminate Wang Qingshan first." Although he was at the eighth layer of the Core Formation stage, he wasn't arrogant. Instead, he waited for reinforcements, concentrating his forces to retake White Sands Island. Playing to one's strengths and avoiding weaknesses was the wise course of action; only a fool would act impulsively.

Just then, a sharp, urgent whistling sound rang out. Ye Lang took out a communication disk, cast a spell, and a somewhat panicked male voice suddenly sounded: "This is bad, Senior Ye! People from the Taiyi Immortal Sect are attacking!" Upon hearing this, Huang Yuxu and the others were dumbfounded. How audacious were the Taiyi Immortal Sect's people?

"How many of them are there? What's the cultivation level of the leading cultivator?" Ye Lang quickly asked.

"Two Core Formation cultivators are leading, along with ten Foundation Establishment cultivators. Wang Qingshan is among them." Huang Yuxu's gaze turned cold, and he said chillingly, "Daring to pull the tiger's whiskers? They're seeking death. Follow me to kill the enemy!"

Outside Mystic Moon Island, Wang Qingshan and Wang Mingren controlled their magic treasures, attacking a light blue water curtain. The ten Foundation Establishment disciples either released spells or manipulated magic artifacts. Various spells landed on the blue water curtain, sinking in like mud into the sea, without a single sound being emitted.